She Was Sent by God

we bet our lives for nothing.
So survive.
That’s all I can do for you.”

“Sir Zoltan.”

“Quick!”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t say thank you.

Agnes gave strength to her toes and jumped to her feet.
Her hands were still shaking, but the pressure to live somehow made her move.

She wildly ran into the forest.
As Zoltan said, a horse was leisurely grazing there.

Agnes pressed down on her cape and climbed up the horse.
She rode madly to the south.

Two men in black popped out in front of Zoltan once she was completely gone.

“Captain.”

“Cirack, Hyeo*, why are you guys, here?”

(*T/N: More sfx? Or actual names.
If they don’t appear in any later chapters again, it’s probably just sfx.)

Blood came trickling out of Zoltan’s mouth and his speech was unclear.
The man soon weeped and said.

“There’s no chance for me anyways, so keep the madam…..”

“…Yes.”

Zoltan closed his eyes.
His brother was that kind of man.
A foolish and naive person who would always prioritize his wife’s life before his own.

“Go.
Secretly guard the princess.”

“Yes Captain.”

“Hey, that was the last one so come out brother.”

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He opened his eyes and found that no one was in front of him.
Only then did Zoltan laugh.

* * *

“For real?”

“Ah, absolutely! Who wants to put up with the shit going on inside there? Is Sutmar going crazy?”

“Sutmar, what’s that.
They’re in a high position, isn’t there a duke? What’s going on?”

“There’s a rebellion.”

A man carrying a bottle of beer jumped in.

“Rebellion?”

The buzzing noise in the bar gradually subsided.
In the innermost corner of the place, the shadow of a human figure wore a grey cloak and stealthily looked homeward past the rowdy men.

“Yes! That’s why all the roads to Sutmar are blocked now.
All the food we have to deliver is rotting.
This is such a damned unlucky situation for me.
Tch!”

He spat a mouthful of yellow sputum on the floor.

“That’s not all “

The server put the beer down on the table, looked around once, and continued.

“I met some merchants descending from the North today, and the king had hung an arm on the pole.”

“An arm?”

‘Who does it belong to?”

“Whose arm is it?”

No one else in the bar came to speak to them.
So some time later, the waitress spoke in a composed and soft manner.

“Princess Arpad.”

There was a terrible clatter when their conversation was finished.

The people’s eyes gathered to the noise in a second.
A wooden chair laid clattered onto the floor.

The grey cloak-dressed man plodded up and grabbed the employee’s arm.

“Is that true?”

“Uh? What.
Say that again.
“

“Tell me if it’s true!” She shouted.
The force of it was so serious that the employee unintentionally stuttered without realizing it.

“Ma, it’s true.
I heard it from the merchant this morning.”

“Where is it?”

“Eh?”

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“That pole.
Where did you see it!”

“Well, beyond that cedar hill.”

She faltered and stepped a few steps back.
Agnes couldn’t even stand properly because of the darkness in her eyes at the moment.

“Well, the merchants said that the Duke fought till the very end and had killed more than a hundred soldiers by himself.”

“….”

Noticing that her breathing was becoming increasingly ragged, the server added a few more words.

“It’s said that the king had very fervently cut off all his limbs, alive.”

“Ah….”

“The right arm is in the south, the left arm in the west.
And the two legs are in the east…”

“No.”

The employee had expressed his thoughts about the king’s terrible behavior while talking.

Agnes gritted her teeth.

“The head was even hanging at the castle’s entrance.”

“No.
That’s not it!”

She screamed and shouted endlessly.

It can’t be.
Laslo was the country’s duke so it didn’t matter how crazy Sebastion was.
He couldn’t have killed Laslo so miserably without a fair trial.
Agnes ran to the inn’s stable and pulled the horse’s reins.

My heart was pounding so fast that my ears began to hurt.
I bit my lip to the point of bleeding.

‘It was a lie.
It can’t be.’

She constantly muttered those words while riding.
The pole mentioned by the man was visible only after riding a horse for half a day.

It wasn’t hard to find where it was.
A flock of birds were gathered, squawking in place.

“Shoo!”

She got off the horse and ran under the pole.

The smell of rotten flesh entered my nose as I got closer.
The bad smell made me nauseous but I endured it.

It had probably been under the hot sun for ages.

Agnes took the cloak enveloped around her body and drove the birds away.

“Go! Shoo!”

The birds ferociously rushed at her.
But Agnes shouted the other way around.